I’m Sam, the oldest of the Levines. I was born in Madison, WI, which
explains my natural affinity for the midwest; I went to a Cubs game at
Wrigley Field before I was even born. I spent the last three years
after graduating running around New York City (literally: I’m always
late and always training for something) and dining beyond my means. In
May, I decided to quit my job and follow my boyfriend to South
Florida. I resigned myself to a life of dog-walking, after-school
tutoring and food service, until I only made it to the second of a
rigorous three-round interview process to hostess at BB King’s Blues
Club, and more importantly, got a job at a lovely museum in Delray
Beach. I find that South Florida living suits my proclivity towards
senior citizen stand-bys, some of which include book clubs, public
radio, knitting, painstaking grocery lists, and going to bed early.
I knew I could call myself a year-rounder when I recently described
someone as a “snowbird” in complete seriousness.
About running: I’d say it all began when a chubbier, freshman me
heaved through a two-and-a-half mile run by the lake one brisk Chicago
evening. On the phone with my mom later that night, I told her I
planned to run a marathon. I don’t blame her if she thought this
dream would go the way (nowhere) of many of my lofty, if not deluded,
ambitions–become an Olympic figure skater, go to Columbia, own a
summer home in Paris, and host a talk-show. In fact, I only learned I
even dreamt of the Paris summer home and talk-show nonsense in the
“About the Author” section of a heretofore unpublished illustrated
short story I wrote in second grade. It was called “A Passover
Seder,” and was, obviously, my musings on identity, tradition, and
family in contemporary Jewish-American society.
Anyway, I told my mom I planned to run a marathon. And really, the
rest is history: I ran my first marathon on an unseasonably steamy
October day in Minneapolis, my second in Barcelona, and my third and
most-loved last year in New York. I’m doing that one again this year,
just a month after Chicago. I am positively giddy about crossing the
finish line with my sister, as Todd better have finished long before. See you there!
Love the blog, guys!! Keep on running. . . (if I hang out with you on training days, do I get to consume the same amount of calories?)
I LOVE THIS. And I am going to show it to everyone, hee. Love you all.
Dad
He did show it to everyone at dagblog. Nice looking family, Bruce. I presume their running shoes are all Made in the USA and that they’ll be singing, “Look for the Union Label” as they pass mile 26.
Hey Donal, thanks so much for stopping by. I’m not sure about the sneakers or the singing, but I do think they’d all be dazzled by those green buildings you design. Much obliged to find you here.